February 5th 2374
USS Haldane
[Mess Hall]
The room was alive with chatter and laughter, from the men of Alpha Nine. They were drinking a toast to their fallen comrade, Lt Gregory Waite and sharing their memories of the man. The Lieutenant had been killed on their most recent operation, that was to destroy a Dominion supply dump on Jeldris IV. It was tradition to drink to a fallen soldier, from ones unit, it was known as a warm down.
CPO James Booth was a man, who barely broke tradition, especially when there was drink involved. He'd know Lt Waite the longest and was feeling his absence, but Jimmy being Jimmy had to maintain his tough guy image and decided not to show his grief. Instead he vented, in this case towards some of the other Advanced Tactical Team members. The man he'd targeted on that day, was another CPO named Brown.
With real alcohol inside him, Booth was very vocal. "You see those Alpha Six douches.......with all of them put together, they'd never be the man the L.T was" Booth gave an evil grin in the direction of Brown, waiting for him to react.